The 7:00 PM Pill: When “Nice” Isn’t Enough to Stay Married

that Suites room, my alarm went off at 7:00 PM.

Buster took his pill.

Then he looked at me—those soft, tired eyes—and he did something he hadn’t done since the seizures.

He got up.

Slowly. Stiffly. Determined.

He walked to the door and stood there like he was ready.

Ready for what?

I grabbed the leash. “You want out?”

He wagged once.

So we went outside into continue reading …